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~ not a fan of reality TV, plenty of "unreal" episodes of my own direction stored, available for further review in the storage units of neuronic black and white prison brain cells which is why I have free~will chosen to enumerate my poem~videos; for easy retreat retrieval resurrection of the travelogue of mind own insurrections *a garage of mobility devices, car, rollerblades, cross country skis plus, a potpourri of escape methodologies that by definition are all round trippers, returned to their storage unit after use and I count them Noah~like, two by two, as they come on board, and when they disembark for days of rest and recreation* this one, #4, is born among headstones, just anther memory storage unit specialized, flag decorated, but different This is a one-way, no return, unit but it can be viewed at anytime by those who care to be users, by speaking this: *Read to me poem number four, on a day we celebrate, about free men of every color and persuasion, who are calling out to open the door to storage unit four, so we to can perform our once-a-year Tour of Duty to the those who called, and answered with limb and love, for by their glory, we are free too* to remember in any way we choose ~
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Fourth Poem: Storage Wars, Why One Numbers Poems on Memorial Day
~ not a fan of reality TV, plenty of "unreal" episodes of my own direction stored, available for further review in the storage units of neuronic black and white prison brain cells which is why I have free~will chosen to enumerate my poem~videos; for easy retreat retrieval resurrection of the travelogue of mind own insurrections *a garage of mobility devices, car, rollerblades, cross country skis plus, a potpourri of escape methodologies that by definition are all round trippers, returned to their storage unit after use and I count them Noah~like, two by two, as they come on board, and when they disembark for days of rest and recreation* this one, #4, is born among headstones, just anther memory storage unit specialized, flag decorated, but different This is a one-way, no return, unit but it can be viewed at anytime by those who care to be users, by speaking this: *Read to me poem number four, on a day we celebrate, about free men of every color and persuasion, who are calling out to open the door to storage unit four, so we to can perform our once-a-year Tour of Duty to the those who called, and answered with limb and love, for by their glory, we are free too* to remember in any way we choose ~
memories of a veterans parade, on a May Memorial Day
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
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